Oh, this sentiment/thought crosses my mind more often than I'd like to count. Most of the time, I sleep it off because the last time I sought "semi" professional help, they prescribed antidepressants that made me wish I was more dead than usual.
Oh, yes, but lately, it's not that bad as it used to. I've got WandaVision to thank for that.
This is true but then again, I'm one of those very impatient people that have felt the damn wheel sure is taking its sweet time to turn.